Elara Wynn

No. I will not answer that loaded question. I knew it was aimed at me—perhaps to trigger a natural reaction? Maybe he had recognized me from the start, but for some reason, he pretended not to know who I really was.

“Si-sir… what song would you like to hear?”

The words came out faster than my thoughts could catch up. I was merely trying to divert his attention.

My hands gripped the microphone tightly, trying to mask the trembling that wouldn’t leave my body. I stared at ...